My Cloud - By Andrea
Floating in the sky, I love my fluffy cloud.
Sometimes other clouds accumulate,
drifting toward my own.
Hey, that’s okay. I don’t mind the company.
Everyone should feel as good as I.
Achieving small successes,
I am feathering my cloud.
But my cloud is not alone.
To achieve its heaping towering effect,
I depend on clouds of others.
The more I work with them, I can achieve,
and soon I’m lifting, with them, to a higher plane.
I’m buoyed up and riding high the sky.
Sometimes clouds arise that fill with rain.
We all have our moments,
but there are some who seem to stay
constantly on clouds of gray
or hardly will allow the light of sun.
Others love to ride on thunder clouds
sitting close to earth and looking sooty.
They might try to bring me down.
but I’ll not try to hear their constant rumblings.
If your cloud is low and dirty,
you might think to hurt my soul,
and push me from the cloud that is now a part of me.
I say , Hey, you, get off my cloud.
You can play alongside me.
making pretty pictures all the day
while wafting through a sea of blue,
but first you have to earn that puffy cloud!
I won’t let you trample on the cloud where I reside,
for my cloud is my protection,
my comfort and my self-esteem.
For Skat's get off of my cloud (MY CLOUD By: ?????)Poetry Contest
(hope I did that right, putting my name in the title heading!)
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
